The withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days, life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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797 | 2021-07-15 02:57:50 | 107.91 | 99% |
649 | 2021-07-05 23:22:55 | 96.14 | 99% |